Cor just came in and yelled, "Sup, homie!" ... *shrugs*

And here's proof that Asian parents need to feed their kids junk food b/c man, we get apples and rice crackers in our lunch boxes and fruit for dessert. For the most part, you don't see obese Asian youth, but we get REALLY excited when we're allowed something sweeter than lychee. Witness the junk food crazed Matt in college... ;)

DeAtHkNiGhT87: AHHHHH CHIPS
SweeTzK333: huh?
DeAtHkNiGhT87: AHHH JOLLY RANCHERS
SweeTzK333: mmm junk food
DeAtHkNiGhT87: i wonder if people are actually gonna trick or treat here
DeAtHkNiGhT87: i bet they wanna take all my jolly ranchers away
SweeTzK333: you're a crazy jolly rancher freak
DeAtHkNiGhT87: lol
DeAtHkNiGhT87: no im not i just bought it cuz i didnt know what other candy i should get
DeAtHkNiGhT87: i was gonna get red vines
DeAtHkNiGhT87: but i decided not to
DeAtHkNiGhT87: and i bought a nice pack of doritoes
DeAtHkNiGhT87: doriTOES

And Matt is STILL being weird... though I beg to differ. Cranberry juice is better than apple juice.
DeAtHkNiGhT87: AHHHH apple juice
DeAtHkNiGhT87: the best juice

Ooh, the old Hickey album is back in stock at Interpunk. Ah, I remember the good old days when Hickey, The Jocks, and American Steel were still alive + kickin'. Now we have Love Songs, Sharp Knife, and Communique, but it's just not the same. Ah, reminiscence ;)

I accidentally became "friends" with some hooligan hos today. See, I let them look over my (perfect) test, and then I let this girl borrow my calculator, so they wanted me to hang out with them during the ten-minute break in the middle of our 3-hour long class. I don't really hang out with slut squads, but that's ok. Remember how I mentioned that girl who said, "Making out was fun" blah blah blah to that guy? She's one of my new found class "friends". At least they make me feel more intelligent - comparatively, anyhow.
The one guy in their group (yes, the slutty guy) is kind of good looking, if you're into scrawny, preppy guys. *wince* At least he can multiply haha

I want to go to Castro for Halloween, but I have work that night. Well, it only gets better as the evening progresses, eh? :)

And... Doug cracks me up...
I hope in the future Americans are thought of as a warlike, vicious people, because I bet a lot of high schools would pick 'Americans' as their mascot.

I will not give thanks for racism and genocide... If this is what it took to get me where I am, I'm not sure it's worth it... It's not fuckin' worth it...

No, that's not the new Anti-Flag. It's The Sidekicks... it's been stuck in my head since about two hours ago.

I'm bored. I should be tutoring but I'm not b/c it's Crystal's birthday. She invited me to her party, but I don't really want to spend the day fishing with a few 7th grade girls.

Would I cry my pants? Yeah, sure, why not? Oh wait. My sister just handed me the mail. A package for me? Yes! From Fat Wreck? Yes! With A-F CD, patch, + stickers? Yes! A-F CD with bonus track? Yes! Ok, I was gonna have a depressed entry, but that just made my day THAT much better. Yeah, time to go listen. Bye!

Buy a quart, pass it back and forth... rotting, rotting...
Well, then... I've been rather lazy with this journal thing.

DeAtHkNiGhT87: the thing i dont like abuot gel is it gives off a girly smell
DeAtHkNiGhT87: well at least i think its girly

I swear this has become the Matt archives. I'm just too lazy to write a real entry. I'm procrastinating again. There's 5-10 page essay due Friday about Sophocles' plays. At least I finished 2/3 of the stat hw due that day as well.

Somehow, I ended up in a group (for the stat project) that is just... guys. I walked up to Bryan and said, "Hey, do you guys have a group yet? Can I join?" and he replied, "Yeah, of course." I didn't even know their names b/c I don't talk. That was me trying to overcome my shyness. We'll ignore the fact that I knocked over his papers and dropped my cell phone, in the process of trying to exchange contact info. *sigh* So anyway, it was just me, Bryan, and Joel... and then this other guy joined yesterday. I don't know his name yet. I'm surrounded by guys. Darn, I feel like a groupie.

My mom's friend from Taiwan visited during the weekend. She was like (in Mandarin) "Every time I see you, you get prettier!" and I was thinking, "Either that, or your eyesight gets worse." but I smiled politely, shook my head, and greeted her with a shy, "A-yi, nin hao." She wants to fix me up with her nephew in Taiwan. I think he just wants a green card. What's with all my mom's friends trying to set me up with their relatives?

Oh... my aunt got me a cell phone. She's been threatening me with it for the past year, and she finally got sick of my whining, "You REALLY want me to get radiation sickness?" and shoved a cell phone in my hand last week. "USE IT!" So... I have a cell phone. And I'm paranoid. Swear I can feel them dang waves, even with the headset. The good thing... I can totally call anybody on the weekends and night (9-6). Yepsir. I went crazy and called Irvine, Davis, and San Diego all in the same day. I was about to call New York, and then I remembered the time difference. Darn! ;)

So... my other aunt found these pants on clearance, and told me to try 'em on. They were black dress pants, and way above my ankles (and I was wearing my black Chucks... flat shoes). THey rather looked like capris. "Uh, Auntie Marlene, I'm not petite... I'm waaay over five feet." So she comes running down the hall to see. "They're not petite pants! THey're normal and they were - oh, nuh-UH! GIRL, how LONG are your fuckin' legs?" Me: "Longer'n these pants, obviously." Aunt: "Don't be a smartass."

Rule of thumb when asking a girl out: Make sure she knows your name.

The guy in my accounting class attempted to ask me out again, and I realized I didn't know his name , nor do I think he knows mine. That's pathetic. I politely declined, seeing as how I don't have time anyway.

So I receive The Gauntlet metal newsletter in my inbox... One of the headlines is, "OZZY OSBOURNE To Pen Broadway Musical" No way. It willl most likely suck dick. That's a heckuva way to start my morning. Hecka freaky, dude. Hecka. Heckuv. ;) California Bay Area speak, yo!

In other news, Cor just came in hollering, "IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!" while trying to dance around. She's 22. She still looks like she's 15. Brace yourselves, this girl is scary. We have yet to find the bar in SF that plays Descendents.

Ugh, time to do some Corinna birthday prep. I haven't wrapped her presents yet. Should I? Or can I just stuff 'em in a PacSun box and say, "Here, this is for you. Love me, despite the contents of this box, for I am your little sister."? Ehh... this'll do...

My life is seriously screwy. Well, so is Catherine's, but I guess that's why we're best friends. Not only is it screwed up, but it's messed up in a comical way, so that I can either laugh at my situation or go into the depths of despair. And it really depends on how much I feel like laughing, only to find that either way, I still have to deal with all the problems. I should tell you... I've got baggage... I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine... And most of the time I bring it upon myself... as does Catherine, but hey, we're rather alike. We do stupid stuff by accident, pay up, no sweat - until it comes back to haunt us and we realize that we're still traumatized. Oh well, time for me to take a shower and greet the day. Then off to the grocery store to buy Cor the final part of her gift (I realized I'd forgotten this while going through the Jewish cookbook), matzo meal.

So I spent the night working, then went to 7-11 and Jack in the Box for some food + drink. While there, we saw tons of hooligan kids wearing chains and carrying knives and things. They were throwing food and using profanity like pros. At any rate, we got out of there as fast as we could, because they were obnoxious, rude, and quite frankly, scary as their older counterparts.

Ok, so I listened to Fugazi, and you'd think that I'd be able to come up with something better than this, but hey, I wrote it in about 2 minutes, so what do you expect?

Never any of this same old, same old
You see yourself through a looking glass
And if I let you in to some skin
You'll never understand why I'm moving so fast
It's blurry and I need to hurry
So you'll never see the real me

Hold myself together in your body
These shards are stitched in with you
Because I can't deal with the way I feel
And there's nothing you can't do
It makes me hate the way you're complete
But you'll never see the real me

Throw me some crushed rose petals
They'll be rotting when I'm through
Stained brown and yellow like a bruise
To match all my angry bloody red hues

Shower me with your diamond tears
They glisten in the moonlight all right
I don't care if they're tears of fear
We'll both need to shed our fears tonight

There's no turning back now
That's what you always knew so well
Once you entered my realm of sparkling misery
It would be both heaven and hell
But you'll never understand how I'm a freak
So you'll never see the real me

There you have it - sappiness and weird crazy little notions. Now you know why I dress in black. Well, that and I have no sense of how to match, so colors and I don't mix well. What's wrong with green and purple polka dots?! =P

Ugh, I hate guzheng. I hate it. It's like a Chinese harp. And it's boring. Since my dad's in China, they have an extra ticket to a guzhen concert and they're making me go, which means I have to cancel my plans for tonight. That's crap, man. I understand that it's $25 a ticket, but really, why can't they get someone else to go? "No, it's impolite to ask one of MY friends. You go take your father's place." GAHHHH! I'm going to smack something silly! Ugh, I guess I'd better call my friends and tell 'em that I can't go out with 'em. Sucks. Suckage. Blah.